#filterlysspoetry: "beds don't give a shit."

you spent close to

three hundred and sixty five days

helping me forget

how bad i am

at sleeping alone.

divide that by two

and that's approximately

how many nights

i've been forced to remember.

six months ago

you were my safe haven

and now you're a stranger

i used to share a bed with.

now i can't even share a bed

with myself

because this bed of mine

doesn't seem to want me

without you.

or maybe that's just me.

maybe beds don't give a shit.

maybe a bed is just a bed.

all i know is,

i want you in mine.